All Chapters of Predestined for the Mafia Boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

Yurich I needed extreme self-control not to take Lyana to bed and have her the way I had desired since the first moment. I saw her at the hospital with her confident, professional demeanor, striving to maintain the same level of care, knowing I was different from the others. Her sweet lips, flushed cheeks, and the scent of vanilla in her hair made me shudder with a certain fear at the thought of the memories when I brought her to the recently purchased apartment. I used every means available, from her father's support to several thousand dollars, to set up the penthouse. I walked out of the apartment feeling like every piece of my body was made of salt. The coldness outside dissolved each piece, and I seemed to be nobody away from her—nothing but the same incurable emptiness.When the elevator doors open in the garage, I need to get into the car and rest my head against the steering wheel, trying to find some control. My mind feels like it could explode at any moment. I woke up to th

LyanaI don't look away from him, not even when he takes off his glasses, revealing his now-gray eyes. Even as I'm consumed by their intensity, I maintain firmness in my knees.“What's the problem, princess?” His deep voice reverberates in the small space.“Nothing,” I huff, raising an eyebrow and rolling my eyes.“It doesn't seem like anything,” he responds, trapping me between his hands pressed against the door and his body. “Especially acting like a spoiled teenager.”I open my mouth, boiling with anger at his accusation.“If I'm acting like a teenager, then you were acting like a single man, accepting those women hitting on you,” I say in one breath, raising my hand and pushing his muscular chest with the tip of my finger, even though I know it won't budge.Yurich raises his eyebrows, looking surprised.“And here I was thinking I was the more jealous one of us two.”“I'm not jealous, but that was disrespectful.”“Explain to me how I disrespected you, Lyana,” he says in a serious t

Lyana.My feet touch the polished wooden floor. The house is incredibly perfect, made of wood and glass, as if just these two elements were enough to create such a romantic environment. In the background, you can see the base of the snow-covered mountain, but inside it’s warm enough.I walk around a bit, admiring the modern touches of the decor, highlighting the fireplace and the wide sofa in front of a huge panel with a forty-inch TV. In the open space, a marble countertop makes the kitchen spacious and visible. I smile at the place, turning to face Yuri, but before I can say anything, I am silenced by his blue-eyed gaze.I swallow hard, biting my lips. The electricity conveyed by just a glance is enough to understand that there is no reason for us to be apart here. In slow movements, I watch as he throws his glasses on the floor and moves his hands to his button-down shirt, undoing the buttons one by one. Without looking away from my eyes, I let out a heavy sigh with each piece of b

YurichI hide the smile I want to display, moving slowly so that her attentive gaze follows every gesture. I take the bottle of liquid soap and pour enough onto the sponge to create bubbles. Not only that, but I raise an eyebrow, waiting for her permission. Lyana bites her lower lip, as she always does, and then she twists her hair into a bun that leaves her neck exposed. The permission I needed.I touch her soft skin gently, gliding the sponge along her back and returning to her shoulders. In a relaxed movement, she tilts her head back, exposing her full breasts, but her dark gaze carries a spark of challenge. I slide my hands down her bare torso, reaching the edges of her heavy breasts, caressing and gently squeezing, making her squirm.“I already told you that it’s not a good idea to challenge me,” I pronounce the same phrase against her right earlobe.She sighs, opening her eyes, and I smile to the side as I let go of the sponge. I caress her heavy breasts, trailing my fingers dow